Exhaustingly beautiful.
A young lady sewn together by the redwoods themselves, her body built by the evergreens and her lungs by the roots. Kissed by your shallow lips during a shaky inhale, where the winds frolicked through her body and rattled her heart, dropping the words of the ravens down onto her spine and letting them wrap themselves around it like rose branches on a cottage wall. Paralysing her from the neck down.
"I cannot imagine you will ever walk again"
Those words put a blade against her bark and chipped until the redwood forest was no longer red, now simply a tall firm evergreen, who even then was ever not so green. Holes were made beneath her roots by hedgehogs and badgers, where they left her as they made her, covered in crevices and cracks that swallowed her broken branches hole. As winter occurred the world hid away and the redwood forest was alone, with an icy blanket covering her roots and her bark scattered from the winds the last leaving fox left.
A quiet day you discovered her and the lasting red beneath her roots
Your shallow lips touched her lungs
The wind grew and the ravens flew,
My mothers favourite trees are redwoods, I hope they become hers.
YOU ARE READING
The Redwood Women
PoesiaThe Redwood Women, by Mya Rose An interpretive poem that requires your imagination, based on those who lose their unique colouring everyday to the ravens words.
